To compare the mother sea against a bubble and against all of her foam. To even talk about the sand and ice of the dark seas of nebulae. To confess the curative effects of beer on my feelings about my reasons to be. If there is one, and about my performance or my lack of. To tell my love I’m still in love and always will be, normal interruptions in between. This blog is for

I was born in Colombia in 1959, and live in Venezuela since 1975, I'm systems engineer, every time I have a pen and paper at the reach of my hand, I feel the urge to write (Directly proportional to the amount of alcohol ingested), I do hate easy rhyme, I do think message it's more important that envelope,